[F4GM] The Elven Princess renounced her titles to become... this?

The orb pulsed thrice beneath Aelira's palm, humming low and warm as it worked.

She'd walked away from everything to get here. Silk and silver, expectations and obligations, titles spoken with reverence. Princess Aelira Duskbourne didn't exist in this town. She didn't exist anywhere. Renouncing her claim had seen to that, every bridge back to that life burned the moment she signed the papers. With no home to return to, she was just another hopeful here, stood before the Guild's assessment orb, waiting to see what she was worth.

The Guildmaster hadn't asked where she was from. Didn't need to. Bloodline meant nothing here. Only the orb's verdict did.

Every conceivable stat, scanned and weighed against every conceivable path. Strength. Mana reserves. Aptitude for the divine. The orb found all of it, and from all of it, decided. It was never wrong.

Years of sword forms. Books on magical theory. Every ounce of discipline she could scrape together, aimed at this single moment. She'd pictured herself a Warrior. A Sorceress, if the gods were generous. Something with weight behind the name.

The orb flashed bright, then settled.

"Class assigned: Vessel of Communion."

The name meant nothing to her. That unsettled her, but not as much as what came next. The Guildmaster's face did something complicated, somewhere between surprise and pity, and he didn't explain right away. Instead he waved over a thin, older woman in Guild robes, who took one look at the orb's readout and went very quiet.

"It's rare," the woman said carefully. "Communion mana doesn't regenerate the way normal reserves do. It's not drawn from meditation, or rest, or study." She hesitated. "It's drawn from touch. Arousal, specifically. The more intense, the more it replenishes."

Aelira didn't move. Didn't breathe. The words sat in her skull, repeating themselves louder each time like they was trying to make sure she'd heard them right.

"There's a binding," the woman continued, quieter now. "Comes standard with the class, soon as the orb assigns it. Your reserves will drain regardless of whether you use your magic or not. If they hit empty, you don't just lose your abilities. You lose consciousness. Sometimes worse." A pause. "You can't refuse the class. And you can't survive long ignoring what it needs from you."

Aelira's fingers clenched around the edge of the pedestal, nails digging into the polished wood. Princess, a voice inside her screamed. You were born to lead armies! This was her grand destiny?

She'd walked away from a crown to become somebody powerful. Somebody impressive. Instead, she'd escaped her gilded cage only to be trapped by her own body.

"Don't look so worried," the Guildmaster said, some of his earlier smirk creeping back now that the shock had worn off the room. "Plenty of parties would kill for a Vessel. You'll have your pick, once word gets around." She didn't feel flattered. She felt like livestock being appraised twice in one day.

The orb's glow dimmed beneath her hand.

Aelira had wanted to be a hero.

Fate apparently had other plans.

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